The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 594 Ch.593 Fried Shrimp

"That's great, Roland Collins. Miss Hayan and I have been looking for you for ten minutes - and here you are looking at a bunch of newsboys and a cat that's about to be strangled?"

Randolph was so hot that he was sweating all over, but the woman next to him was still chilly.

He leaned over and took a look into the alley through the gap left by Roland:

Four or five idle newsboys were playing with a palm-sized cat - it had a pair of green eyes and was skinny, almost skinny. There is a thin layer on the pink meat, a small roll of wool that no servant, no matter how demanding, would have a problem with.

It is white from the bridge of its nose down to its belly, but above the dividing line it is black and gray.

Like…

A quirky woolly cow.

However, the cat is not in good condition.

It was trapped in a corner, with a thin rope tied around its neck and hanging on a wooden hanger that stretched out horizontally.

Children picked up stones and threw them at it, like the rich driving out the poor in the West End.

Very similar.

Even Roland felt...

No difference.

They also cannot understand the cry of the poor, just like children cannot understand the cry of a cat - if you insist that two completely different creatures understand each other's language, it will be as smooth as spending money and lighting candles. The girls on the flower street are talking like...

This is undoubtedly unrealistic and unreasonable.

"That's why I don't like kids... give me one."

Randolph picked up a shrimp and chewed it in his mouth.

The skin is fried to a crispy surface, the inside is tender and juicy, and then dipped in sweet ingredients, I have to describe it...

"Are you drooling when the Father of All Things comes?" Roland shook the small paper bag a few times and used his thumb to squeeze up the dead shrimps at the bottom.

Randolph stared and kicked Roland's heel.

The All-Father is too ignorant.

"Where did you buy it from? We didn't see this stall on the way back." Randolph said as he leaned his elbow against the wall and watched the children picking up small pebbles. The black and white cat was hiding here and there, and was strangled. A shrill cry.

Roland: "Just in front of the alley, the woman doing this business——"

Randolph: "She gave it to you?"

Roland: "...the woman was sold to a young couple——"

Randolph was suspicious: "The couple gave it to you?"

Roland: "They had a quarrel at the two alleys ahead——"

Randolph: "Well, you unlocked them, so..."

Roland: "Then the gentleman grabbed the lady's hair -" Roland paused: "...I'll help him get this fried shrimp temporarily."

Randolph: ...

"But you didn't intend to pay it back." Randolph said with a dark face, "That's called stealing, Roland. If they react, it's called robbing."

Roland blinked his big eyes like a baby that had never committed any crime since birth:

"Didn't you eat them all?"

Randolph: "...I just ate one."

"When he is hanged, there will probably be not only the robber but also his accomplices."

"Roland Collins..."

Roland pinched another crispy-skinned shrimp and threw it into his mouth, chewing it: "I suddenly realized that what Rose said was right, eating something you get for free does taste better than something you buy with money. "

Randolph thought for a moment.

That's true.

He pinched another one and threw it into his mouth.

The two men chewed each other happily. Coupled with the laughter of children in the alley, the screams of cats, and the ups and downs of hawking behind them.

Cavendish in the distance was just silent.

If not…

Must...

She absolutely! I would never go out with such an rude person! Even if I take a second look, her last name is not Cavendish!

"So, what's the point of a cat?"

"I have a friend." Roland gave Randolph the remaining half of the bag and wiped off the grease himself: "She likes cats."

Cats are rarely seen in London.

No, it should be said that it is rare to see people raising such ruthless, cold and disgusting animals - it is very common to keep dogs, whether as pet dogs or as hunting dogs for gentlemen, the price is more than ten thousand. Purpose-bred hunting dogs are more expensive for the poor (along with their property, if they have any).

The status of dogs in London is second only to horses, and their prices even topped the list for a time.

cat?

You will raise an animal that will scratch you and make you sick if you are in a bad mood. Its teeth are as sharp as daggers. It will scold you or disappear completely when it is full. It will always wail in the middle of the night. After one night, it will remove all the decorations on the table and cabinet. All the little monsters on the ground?

If so, I advise you to have a child.

Because children play the same role as cats - except that they can talk and tell you in human language: I want to eat this, drink that, give me money, give me a beautiful and rich woman or a strong and powerful person. man…

Then when I grow up, I will say thank you and goodbye to you without looking back.

In addition, cats are not popular because of their meowing, and the art created by painters and poets often contains more subtle sexual hints - for example, there is a clean girl lying in a painting. , behind her, lies a white cat that is cleaning itself...

Such a suggestion is undoubtedly dishonorable, shameful and ungraceful - although everyone has to do such a thing in private, no man dares to swear on his most sacred place that he will never fall in love with anyone in his life. :

But on the surface, when everyone is dressed neatly, no one can admit it.

Otherwise, there will be more evaluations of "dissoluteness".

If it is a little worse, I am afraid that rumors will arise - I have said before that everyone likes to have fun.

But you have to think deeply: where does the fun come from?

So, this is what Randolph is surprised about.

"You have quite a lot of friends." Randolph said indifferently: "I guess it's another girl?"

"You don't have to guess," Roland said: "It's my teammate, Shandel Kratov."

Randolph shrugged: "I know I guessed right."

The surname Kratov is well-known among the ritualists, but mortals don't care much.

"So, it's just cats?"

"And them." Roland pouted: "The newsboys in London are very busy, as if they sit in one place for a long time, their butts will grow sores - these children are quite idle, because of the price?"

As soon as Roland reminded him, Randolph also reacted.

These newsboys in the port...

What's going on?

He recalled the way he came out... Some people were too idle, and their idleness was wrong.

Randolph narrowed his eyes and was about to ask Hayan, but he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

The smell of sweat and alcohol arrived before the people.

The man in the gray old coat was carrying a bottle of wine, and a short and fat woman followed him.

He rushed straight to Roland.

"You thief!" He yelled all the way, attracting passers-by to look at him: "Dare to steal my things! I have to teach you a lesson-"

The voice paused.

Because he saw that the young man who stole his fried shrimp was pointing at another man next to him:

A thin man with a pointed chin.

Most importantly.

He was holding a plate of fried shrimp that was almost empty.

Randolph turned around when he heard the sound:...

He looked at the fried shrimp in his hand, and then at the furious man.

"... Good day, sir. I think I can explain."